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#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🌱 ⟩ 𝒑𝒊𝒑 . ┊ parallel .

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Yves ♦ MMTG E110

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🌱 ⟩ 𝒑𝒊𝒑 . ┊ visual .

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yves.

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🌱 ⟩ 𝒑𝒊𝒑 . ┊ visual .#this is only relevant cos i'm revamping pip a slight bit #also : i thought the caption said 'yes' instead of 'yves' and i too was ilike : yes

@rockcfellers 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ❝ ‘ you never know when to stop , do you ? ’ for benvolio from arden

cruelty is present in the laugh that falls from remorseless lips . pathetic , that she thinks he cares about anything she has to say – loose lips bring a false sense of importance , spilt secrets think they’ve earned significance . but raised in a world of lawyers , nobody’s earned their spot next to him – secrets are worth more than lives , but his secrets are worth nothing . tybalt has no secrets , nothing he would die to keep hidden ; he has a wall of protection around him , he is left alone in a fortress & the throne by his side is empty . he looks at the shorter , indifference in his eyes as amusement melts into apathy . does he know when to stop ? has he ever had to ?

& arden , though reckless is smart . a much superior opponent than her brother but she is still beneath him . she is nothing to him , a pest underfoot that won’t come off his shoes ; a ruinous beast attached to a memory that replays in his head like a shattered mirror . he won’t stop , tybalt never does . ❛ i’m afraid not , toots . & i don’t take suggestions from commoners . ❜ he fixes his hair , checking his reflection briefly . ❛ you’re free to leave , or learn to ignore – but snakes can’t ignore anything if they tried . ❜ a side glance , followed shortly by another chuckle .

ask meme , accepting .

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🍒 ⟩ 𝒕𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒕 . ┊ answers .#sigh ... i wish i was better at .... writing

@marlbros 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ❝ ‘ lately you’ve been on my mind . ’ from maren for tyb

surprise written on his features – but he doesn’t feel the same shock in his chest . he’s on her mind ? tybalt hates to be the bearer of the flag with his face on it – he’s on everybody’s mind . usually , the thoughts are accompanied by a couple of swear words – maybe a death threat or two , some dirty thoughts . but , he bets marens thoughts are annoyingly pure , succumbed to the same innocence that’s written on her features & etched into the stupid cardigans that she wears on campus . but him , a king of corruption that excels in ruining the innocence that wears itself on beaming lights of sun . she should stay away from him , a shroud of darkness content with swallowing everything in his path , her included .

he wants to drape an arm around her , pull her close & give her a soft laugh laced with empty love . but she’s innocent – so innocent , his bare touch would sow a seed of night ; someday , maybe soon with the way things are going . the corners of his lips quirk up , a hand moving to take off his headphones completely . ❛ really ? what’ve you been thinking about ? ❜ an innocent question , hints of a double connotation with a beckon of his head . ❛ any fun thoughts in that sweet little head of yours ? ❜

ask meme , accepting .

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🍒 ⟩ 𝒕𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒕 . ┊ answers .#THIS IS S SHIIIIIIIIITE

@marlbros 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ❝ ‘ take it as a compliment . ’ from neels for tie dye

he’s not met the rockefeller much , chosen to keep his distance from anyone insane enough to stick around someone like ophelia . still , the words that come forth from neels’ lips draw a confused glance from tybalt song – signature glare wiped clean , replaced with dubiety while he tries to see what his sister ever saw in a boy like him . an adult , yet still called a boy in his eyes – he looks down upon the rockefeller & he struggles to see what his sister loved ( or , whatever she calls it – does she know how to love ? ) . it surprises him that she didn’t look at him the way tybalt did , the way their father surely would . if not for his last name , perhaps neels would’ve avoided the absolute hurricane that the songs are in its entirety . still , after his blank stare , tybalt shakes his head & looks away from the male with an exasperated sigh .

it leaves his mouth torn up , a strangled sound of exhaustion while his eyes roll . ❛ i’m not going to take that as anything – i’m just going to pretend we never spoke in the first place . ❜ he sits up straighter to fix his sleeves . ❛ you know , i’m really sure what my sister saw in you except your last name . ❜ cruel , to tear down someone when the last he’s heard – ophelia’s already done that with her bare hands ; but he doesn’t know where his loyalties lie these days . with her ? with himself ? either way – one rockefeller does him wrong , they all do . he looks at neels , he sees his sister . blood comes first , or whatever the saying is . he rolls his sleeves up to fix them before running a hand through his hair . ❛ have a good day , rockefeller . ❜

ask meme , accepting .

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🍒 ⟩ 𝒕𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒕 . ┊ answers .#anyway paige sorry u had to read this with ur bare eyes

@ostcntatious 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ❝ ‘ i just wanna taste it . ’ + pip : )

sworn enemies , pip’s not tasted much lust when it comes to ophelia – but stuck at a hidden party thrown by a mutual friend , alcohol does wonders for even the queens of warring kingdoms . barely sober , her hues run over the other’s features over the brim of a plastic cup – stained with her lipstick & all the sin she’s engaged in tonight . her skin is marked , fingerprints on her hips & remnants of engagement inside of her ; her lips taste like cigarettes & both partners found in a dimly lit bedroom . ophelia , on the other hand , looks as untouched as ever . a fair maiden , princess of purity like her crown isn’t made of dark corruption , she sits like a masterpiece hung in an art museum . her porcelain skin is bare , free of the marks & hickeys that litter pip’s tan body – ophelia wants to taste it , the lowly cigarette between her fingers , the one that tastes like shit . why ? to stroke an ego ? to taste pip’s sin , so she can live a little herself ? let the stick out of her ass to experience an orgasm for the first time in her life ? the bitterness of her drink dances on her tongue before she downs the drink , tossing a red - covered drink over her shoulder to hand her the cigarette . ❛ didn’t know you’d ever slum it to bum a hit off of someone like me . ❜ she lets the other take it , while letting darkened hues run over her features .

her vision is hidden with the darkness of the party , but in her daze , in the afterglow of pain & pleasure , there’s a brief thought that ophelia is beautiful . not pretty , not cute – beautiful . pip hates her with every inch of her being , but she looks like she was hand carved by a master sculptor ; the elegant swoop of her nose down to her plump lips , her cheekbones , her eyes that’ve never shown any kindness in their life . an enemy , crown princess of a kingdom known for war while pip’s suffers from a lack of wealth . maybe in another world , in another timeline where she’s not a sworn enemy of royalty , pip knows she’d try her hand . how many rich girls has she taken in bed ? how many of the wealthy have uttered her name in the sheets , too distracted by her tongue to see her nimble fingers taking anything she pleases . ophelia’s too smart to be robbed that way , but pleasure is enough to cloud anyone’s mind – & pip is a connoisseur . ophelia’s rolling wealth , dripping in luxury & she’s beautiful ; all the things she could do to a girl like her – maybe make ophelia less of a bitch , maybe pip actually wants it – or that’s the alcohol . she never lie with a beast . ❛ taste it , hope you don’t choke on it . ❜

ask meme , accepting .

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🌱 ⟩ 𝒑𝒊𝒑 . ┊ answers .#nsfw #ik u said make it gay but i just made it racy #lmao & i made pip a kinsey 2 originally who am i kidding she's a kinsey 5 #also i'm just adding this now this definitely insinuates pip had a threesome and she did

promptfairy

❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] .

designed for muses with a bit of unresolved tension between them , but can be used for any circumstances you see fit !!

♡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : add ‘ + 🔁 ’ to reverse the roles .

📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .

💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .

🚿 : my muse accidentally moans while your muse washes their hair .

👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness .

🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night .

🧼 : your muse bathes mine after my muse sustains an injury or illness .

🙏 : our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .

💢 : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .

👁️ : your muse is watching mine sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .

🚬 : my muse steals a cigarette ( or lollipop ) from your muse & puts it in their mouth .

🎐 : our muses slow dance together .

🧦 : your muse walks in on my muse changing clothes .

🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .

💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else .

👔 : your muse notices that my muse’s shirt is open & goes to ‘ fix it ’ .

👗 : my muse sees yours all dressed up .

🪑 : my muse is ‘ forced ’ to sit on your muse’s lap ( due to a lack of chairs , faulty seatbelt , etc . )

🍆 : your muse makes a suggestive joke but my muse actually acts on it .

#OOOOOH i'm feelin Dirty Tonight come get Dirty #⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🌱 ⟩ 𝒑𝒊𝒑 . ┊ ask meme .#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🍒 ⟩ 𝒕𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒕 . ┊ ask meme .#specify for which muse / from which muse #or else i'm going feral

@ostcntatious 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ❝ ‘ you can’t blame me , darling . not even a little bit . ’ + pip

wide arc kept from the blonde , she’s elected to wear a cross to protect her from demons . god isn’t real – she’s always known , but it proves even more when she still manages get into an altercation with phe . hands uncurled by her side , core tight with a quiet rage while the wealthy spews hatred from toxic lips . achlys trapped in a slim frame , pip watches as venom drips from hideous lips ; she’s intent to hurt , to sting everyone around her because she’s been wounded one too many times . pity fills pip’s chest , it swims around with the anger ; finds a lover within the fury and attaches itself to the red to make pip shake her head . a string of incoherent insults fall from plump lips , ares arriving by her side with ophelia telling her she can’t blame her . blame ? pip’s familiar with the term . she points a dirt - coated finger at fate , crying about her cursed string before she points to the wealthy . clad in silver & gold while they turn a blind eye to the people they walk on , ignore the blood on their shoes as they step over mortals they could’ve helped . it’s people like her , high on empty throne rooms & an empty court , convinced that they’re the gods & titans in the skies , that are the ruin . when they learn that nobody worships them , that the altars they’re so fond of were never built , pip wonders if they’ll learn they were never ichor blessed . they’re human , as pathetic & desperate as the rest of them .

her jaw clenches , looking ophelia in the eyes , holding her head up high in contrast to her previous cowering ( lose the battle , win the war , isn’t it ? ) . she’d pay to watch the gods fall like meteors , laugh with the rest of mankind as wings are clipped & tossed into hellfire . so often , those who wear self - made crowns don’t deserve them , mankind doesn’t worship false gods anymore . ❛ i can blame you for everything . ❜ pip’s voice is strong , the way it should be . she’s nothing to lose , anymore – gone and wasted on a girl who should’ve been better . ❛ you’re one of them & as long as you hold unearned wealth in your rotten hands , you’re part of the problem . you thrive on attention , on being the bad guy – because bad press is still press , but aren’t you aware ? ❜ brows knit together so briefly it’s almost missed , signature , carefree smile replacing a sour expression . ❛ you are only a sheep – the rich have never blazed their own trails , they’ve walked on the backs of people who’ve done it for them . you walk a trail of stolen valor , you’re as much a thief as i am . ❜ smile widens a fraction before nimble fingers rip off the cross necklace , clattered against ophelia’s shoes . they don’t burn , but shouldn’t pip know ? humans can’t get burnt by the holy .

ask meme , accepting .

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🌱 ⟩ 𝒑𝒊𝒑 . ┊ script .#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🌱 ⟩ 𝒑𝒊𝒑 . ┊ ostcntatious .#ok thank u j cos pip is back she said fuck the rich and now she's back .#also shoutout to paige hope u like mythos uwu

@ostcntatious 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ❝ ‘ at least i make my own decisions . ’ for tyb hehe

eyes are shut now , head back with tiredness while he rocks a bottle of gin in bruised fingers . called away for christmas , as if they’ve ever celebrated family holidays without an argument . reddened hues peel open , hidden behind dark sunglasses to tilt his head to his sister in the lounger next to him ; she’s got the luxury of making her own decisions . fear’s run itself into his heart , burrowed deep into his bones & it’s loudest when he’s about to make the jump . phobos looking over his shoulder every time he’s about to change his own life , reminding him of what comes from betraying a god . altars struck down , left to rot in the rubble without the promise of ambrosia . make his own decisions , he can’t imagine a life in which it happens without any repercussions , not without tybalt landing somewhere , outcast on an island with no escape ( but , would that be so bad ? ) . ❛ at least i matter . ❜ drunken mumbles fall from cherry lips – swollen from his latest conquest on the beaches of whatever country the songs have found themselves in . ❛ keep making your own decisions , they all suck & dad doesn’t care . ❜

ask meme , accepting .

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🍒 ⟩ 𝒕𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒕 . ┊ answers .#so like i wanted 2 make this longer but brain stupid !

@rvmances 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ❝ 🧩 for tybalt !

trigger warning : abuse .

hurt blossoms from his jaw , ice pack held to a purpling bruise on his tenth birthday . tears are dry now ( song men don’t cry , tybalt , aren’t you a man ? or do you take after your sister ? ) , sat on the patio watching his party go on without him . someone asks what happened , he smiles through the pain & laughs . ❛ i slipped down the stairs to open my dad’s present early ! it’s okay , i was just excited . ❜ the partygoer laughs , ruffles his hair & reminds him to be careful . he’ll be more careful ; now he knows two things to not do in front of his father .

send 🧩 to unlock a very small part of my muse’s past. , accepting .

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🍒 ⟩ 𝒕𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒕 . ┊ answers .#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🍒 ⟩ 𝒕𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒕 . ┊ development .#abuse tw #i was gonna make it dirty but IS that a part of his life

@rvmances 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ❝ 🧩 for pip !

knees reddened , her hands are clasped together in prayer even though her eyes remain open . she doesn’t pray often ( who is she kidding ? pip doesn’t pray ) , but the rough carpet underneath her knees remind her she needs a prayer . seventeen , life slipping between her fingers with a rusted , silver cross hanging from interwoven fingers . ❛ please , i’m so sorry . ❜ from the sinner’s lips invocation falls , naked body covered with nothing but a big t - shirt , praying in a room that isn’t hers with grief in her chest & regret between her legs . a mistake made & she looks for absolution . wipe the tears away philippa , nobody’s listening .

send 🧩 to unlock a very small part of my muse’s past. , accepting .

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🌱 ⟩ 𝒑𝒊𝒑 . ┊ answers .#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🌱 ⟩ 𝒑𝒊𝒑 . ┊ development .#if u want ... a continuation ..... lmk ......... if not #ignore me.

littlelovelymemes

* 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .

* all starters / lyrics taken from the harry styles album fine line .

GOLDEN .

‘ i know you were way too bright for me . ’

‘ i’m hopeless , broken . ’

‘ you’re so golden . ’

‘ i’m out of my head . ’

‘ i know that you’re scared . ’

‘ i know that you’re scared because hearts get broken . ’

‘ i don’t want to be alone . ’

‘ i can feel you take control of who i am . ’

‘ loving you is the antidote . ’

WATERMELON SUGAR .

‘ tastes like strawberries . ’

‘ it’s so wonderful and warm . ’

‘ i don’t know if i could ever go without . ’

‘ baby , you’re the end of june . ’

‘ i want your belly and that summer feeling . ’

‘ breathe me in , breathe me out . ’

‘ i just wanna taste it . ’

ADORE YOU .

‘ i get so lost inside your eyes . ’

‘ you don’t have to say you love me . ’

‘ you don’t have to say nothing . ’

‘ you don’t have to say you’re mine . ’

‘ i’d walk through fire for you . ’

‘ just let me adore you . ’

‘ lately you’ve been on my mind . ’

‘ just let me adore you like it’s the only thing i’ll ever do . ’

LIGHTS UP .

‘ what do you mean ? ’

‘ i’m sorry , by the way . ’

‘ can’t you see ? i could , but wouldn’t stay . ’

‘ it’d be so sweet if things just stayed the same . ’

‘ all the lights couldn’t put out the dark running through my heart . ’

‘ do you know who you are ? ’

‘ i’m not ever going back . ’

CHERRY .

‘ don’t you call him ‘ baby ’ . ’

‘ we’re not talking lately . ’

‘ don’t you call him what you used to call me . ’

‘ i confess i can tell that you are at your best . i’m so selfish for hating it . ’

‘ i’m so selfish for hating it . ’

‘ i noticed that there’s a piece of you in how i dress . ’

‘ take it as a compliment . ’

‘ i just miss your accent and your friends . do you know i still talk to them ? ’

FALLING .

‘ i’m in my bed and you’re not here . ’

‘ there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands . ’

‘ forget what i said . it’s not what i meant and i can’t take it back . ’

‘ i can’t unpack the baggage for you . ’

‘ what am i now ? ’

‘ what if i’m someone i don’t want around ? ’

‘ what if i’m down ? what if i’m out ? ’

‘ what if i’m someone you won’t talk about ? ’

‘ you said you care , and you missed me too . ’

‘ it kills me because i know we’ve run out of things we can say . ’

‘ i get the feeling that you’ll never need me again . ’

TO BE SO LONELY .

‘ don’t blame me for falling . ’

‘ i was just a little boy . ’

‘ don’t blame the drunk caller . ’

‘ you can’t blame me , darling . not even a little bit . ’

‘ i’m just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry . ’

‘ don’t call me ‘ baby ’ again . ’

‘ you got your reasons . ’

‘ i know that you’re trying to be friends , i know you mean it . ’

‘ it’s hard for me to go home . ’

‘ i just hope you see me in a little better light . ’

‘ do you think it’s easy being the jealous kind ? ’

‘ i miss the shape of your lips . ’

‘ you’ll win . it’s just a trick . ’

‘ this is it , so i’m sorry . ’

SHE .

‘ he’s thinking of you , like all of us do . ’

‘ you live in daydreams with me . ’

‘ you’re the first one that i see and i don’t know why . ’

‘ i don’t know who she is . ’

‘ i don’t know where she is . ’

SUNFLOWER , VOL. 6 .

‘ my eyes want you more than a melody . ’

‘ let me inside . ’

‘ wish i could get to know you . ’

‘ i was just tongue - tied . ’

‘ i don’t wanna make you feel bad . ’

‘ i’ve been trying hard not to talk to you . ’

‘ i don’t wanna make you feel bad , but i’ve been trying hard not to talk to you . ’

‘ i couldn’t want you any more . ’

‘ tired eyes are the death of me . ’

CANYON MOON .

‘ so hard to leave it , that’s what i always do . ’

‘ i’ll be gone too long from you . ’

‘ two weeks and i’ll be home . ’

‘ i’m going home . ’

TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS .

‘ maybe we can find a place to feel good . ’

‘ we can treat people with kindness . ’

‘ i’ve got a good feeling . ’

‘ if we’re here long enough , they’ll sing a song for us . ’

‘ i don’t need all the answers . ’

‘ if we’re here long enough , we’ll see it’s all for us . ’

‘ it’s just another day . ’

‘ and if our friends all pass away , it’s okay . ’

FINE LINE .

‘ put a price on emotion , i’m looking for something to buy . ’

‘ you’ve got my devotion . ’

‘ man , i can hate you sometimes . ’

‘ you’ve got my devotion , but man , i can hate you sometimes . ’

‘ i don’t want to fight you . ’

‘ i don’t want to sleep in the dirt . ’

‘ we’ll all be a fine line . ’

‘ there are things that we’ll never know . ’

‘ you sunshine , you temptress … ’

‘ i’ll try to shake this soon . ’

‘ spreading you open is the only way of knowing you . ’

‘ we’ll be alright . ’

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🍒 ⟩ 𝒕𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒕 . ┊ ask meme .#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🌱 ⟩ 𝒑𝒊𝒑 . ┊ ask meme .#specify for which muse / from which muse #otherwise i'm going feral

littlelovelymemes

( * & . — THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY SENTENCE STARTERS .

‘ you’re are depraving some village of their idiot . ’

‘ i miss you . i miss you every day that i’m not with you . ’

‘ i didn’t think it was possible to miss a person this much . ’

‘ if you love music then you’re in the right place . ’

‘ the ties that bind you together make you stronger than you are alone . ’

‘ i can’t just call him in the afterlife and be like , ‘ can you please stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick call ? ’ ’

‘ get up . we’re going to save the world . ’

‘ it’s not spandex , it’s leather . and you used to like it . a lot , if i recall . ’

‘ we can accomplish anything when we accept responsibility together . this is what creates trust . ’

‘ you never know when to stop , do you ? ’

‘ you got enough material for your sequel yet ? ’

‘ i bet you’re loving this , hm ? the team at it’s best . it’s just like old times . ’

‘ he hated children too and he had plenty of us . ’

‘ if you believe in yourself , just once , great things are gonna happen for you . ’

‘ i know that i let you down , but i could do anything for you . ’

‘ you know , i liked you a lot better before you got laid . ’

‘ oh yeah , it is your skirt . i found it in your room . it’s a little dated , but it’s very breathy on the … bits . ’

‘ you’re the most important person in the world to me . ’

‘ best . funeral . ever ! ’

‘ sometimes men are unredeemable shits . ’

‘ we were … we were just kids . little kids . ’

‘ we all came home . since we’re here , we might as well save the world . ’

‘ i’ve decided you’re the only one i can trust . ’

‘ if you’re raised to believe that nothing about you is special , if the benchmark is extraordinary , what do you do if you’re not ? ’

‘ eternal peace is probably overrated . ’

‘ we all wanted to be loved by a man incapable of giving love . ’

‘ one grows used to things , even if , sometimes one shouldn’t . ’

‘ look , you wanna pay your respects ? go ahead . but at least be honest about the kind of man he was . ’

‘ you of all people should be on my side . he had to send you a million miles away . that’s how much he couldn’t stand the sight of you . ’

‘ i feel like we should stop him , but then again i also just kinda wanna see what happens . ’

‘ you make me want to wake up each day and you’re in my dreams every night . ’

‘ you also told me that licking a nine volt battery would give me pubes . ’

‘ i’m just gonna go murder mom , i’ll be right back . ’

‘ last time we tried to stop it , we all died . what makes this time any different ? ’

‘ we actually have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people . ’

‘ it wasn’t his fault ‘cause he was ridiculously high , right ? and the girl , she thought he was a furry … ’

‘ i think maybe you’re the only person who really knows who i am and still likes me anyway . ’

‘ you don’t get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself . ’

‘ we didn’t choose this life . we’re just living it . ’

‘ than christ he’s not our real father , so we couldn’t inherit those cold , dead eyes . ’

‘ you don’t have to apologize just for existing . ’

‘ when something seems to perfect , it’s usually anything but . ’

‘ all the what - if’s start to haunt you . ’

‘ i’m done playing their games . i’m ready for a change . ’

‘ i would love to play cops and robbers , wear a mask , and feel important , but guess what ? recess is over . it’s grown - up time . ’

‘ we have a great job . the best job . we got it made , asshole . ’

‘ people still don’t take me seriously . i wanna be numb again . ’

‘ i stayed because the world needed me . ’

‘ at least i make my own decisions . ’

‘ i have been left out of everything for as long as i can remember . ’

‘ nowhere to go . no way to change . ’

‘ but now , i know nothing in my life was real . so i’m starting over . ’

‘ you do whatever it takes to survive . or you die . ’

‘ i don’t belong anywhere , thanks to you ! you made me a killer ! ’

‘ i’ve done unimaginable things , things you couldn’t even comprehend , just to get back here and save you . ’

‘ she needs our help and we can’t do that if she’s locked in a cage . ’

‘ i mean , it must be scary . terrifying , really . to discover that you can do something that you never thought you could do . ’

‘ it’s not difficult to accept , it’s impossible to accept ! ’

‘ what are you still doing here ? we’re trying to have a serious conversation . ’

‘ what’s going on with you ? and don’t tell me everything is alright because i saw you in there . you were crying like a baby . ’

‘ you saved my life ! ’

‘ i don’t want them to see me like this . besides , you know , i’d just hold them back . ’

‘ how about we ask him after we kill him ? ’

‘ maybe they’ll brood each other to death . ’

‘ you’re a real sick bastard . ’

‘ would you stop it ? why are you putting this shit in your body ? ’

‘ he must have been a very special person to put up with your weird - ass shit . ’

‘ you were my greatest disappointment . you only scratched the surface of what you were capable of . ’

‘ i lost someone . the only … the only person i’ve ever truly loved more than myself . ’

‘ you know , before you kill him , you might want to hear what he has to say . ’

‘ we all came home . since we’re here , we might as well save the world . ’

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parismemes

send 🧩 to unlock a very small part of my muse’s past. send it multiple times to get a larger piece of their story.

#pls specify for which muse !#otherwise i'm going feral #⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🌱 ⟩ 𝒑𝒊𝒑 . ┊ ask meme .#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🍒 ⟩ 𝒕𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒕 . ┊ ask meme .

adeles

#me in 2020

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𝖆𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖜 , 𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖜 , 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖙𝖜

𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 carried so much weight . for years , worn like a modern day crown . ophelia carried the song name with pride , like a crest painted over her chest , claiming kingdoms and empires in the name of a dynasty that never cared for conquest when it was by her hand . a gold ring around her finger , a reminder of who she is . the silent continuation of a brilliant dynasty , a woman who rises above crowds and dares to call herself divine . a simple band represented so much ––– honor , duty , power . all cast away when her and tybalt fell together once , as one sibling renounced his throne and another sought to free herself from a titan’s grasp to seek the glory that she was denied for so long . such a small item , such a small gesture ––– and it was enough for ophelia to know that there was no going back . not even when her brother put his ring back on , displaying a cowardice that he should have been ashamed of . not when his roar echoed the voice of the titan that raised him in his twisted way , through cracked bones and lessons burned into innocent flesh , telling her to follow suit . no , tybalt may have put his ring back on , but ophelia stepped into olympus carrying no sacrifices , no tales of conquest , no prayers . only insurgence , defiant words spoken evenly and harshly . a gold ring , still stained with droplets of crimson ( her father was not worthy of her cleaning it ) , delivered to a titan as this time , ophelia turned away from her father .

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 , 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 , her father was right to name her after a tragedy . a mind left to wander carried her into delusions of going unpunished for her acts –– brave , foolish girl , refusal to apologize or bow made the gods angry and they struck out at her without mercy . it was only her , a girl calling herself royal and monster and goddess against a titan who knew no boundaries . kronos did not discriminate between children and enemies , their blood tasted the same ––– ophelia should have known better , she should have braced herself , she should have realized that defiance is dangerous . and yet , when prompted , there was no apology . there were no tears , not when an open palm connected with the left side of her face again . there was no regret . ophelia song walked into tartarus and came out weakened , but her blood still ran golden and her eyes were still aflame with dreams of glory . set her on fire , watch her rise from the ashes for the final time .

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 well , like power , until ophelia crumples into a cold bedroom and must face the pain from a bruise that stands out prominently against porcelain skin ––– and strength is gone , left behind in her father’s office . it hurts , god how the pain inside her swirls into one great , dark monster that threatens to consume her entirely and leave nothing but bones . there is no one to remind her that she will be okay ––– it’s her own voice , hushed and hollow , that whispers empty promises and prays to herself , more broken girl than goddess . no hands to hold her shaking ones until it subsides , no one to help her breathe and comfort her after a titan showed his most horrifying form and tried to tear her down for the last time . maybe he succeeded ––– maybe there is no throne awaiting her . what if he was right all along and ophelia was doomed from the start to put on displays of power , only to shift into a wounded lamb the moment a door closes behind her back ? what if her blood will never be ichor , and she is meant to follow the path of arachne , meant to fall victim to poison and become something small and hideous as punishment for her insurgency ?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 and ophelia immediately winces at her brother’s rage . she cannot handle tybalt right now , not when this is her at her lowest ––– his face reminds her of their father , and for a moment , ophelia hates him . she despises him for bending to a titan’s will and placing meager offerings in front of an altar again and again . this is no envy , ophelia doesn’t crave his throne anymore . no , this is disgust . this is her facing tybalt with a bruise on her face and narrowed eyes , because this is not concern . he cannot be concerned , the songs know no such thing . no , this is the fury that lives in their nerve endings , gunpowder always at the ready for the most minuscule of sparks to wreck the world . this is a roar that rivals dragons , one that makes her tilt her head out of instinct to hide her bruises . ophelia readies herself for a fight , lets herself take in an image that reminds her so much of a cruel man the two of them know too well . would tybalt have done the same ? has he become such a copy of their father that he would want to make her face symmetrical , bruise the right side and call it divine justice ?

𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 him to be gentle when his hand meets her skin ––– no , she’s flinched away , hoping that tybalt isn’t as strong as their father , knowing that her silver tongue rivals his and her achievements and ambition will forever be greater , but her hands will never deal as much damage as his . ophelia knows what song men are capable of . it isn’t gentleness , it isn’t compassion , and her impulse to fight melts into relief when tybalt asks a question that both of them already know the answer to instead of following the path of their father and strike . her exhale is slow , as ophelia’s eyes fall away from her brothers’ . she cannot look at him now , she can barely handle recounting the events that left her bruised and weak in her bedroom , with shaking hands and fear in delicate features instead of power . ’ it’s fucking bruises , tybalt . use your eyes , ’ she snaps , moving her jaw out of his grasp with a sharp movement that makes her hiss in pain . ’ i … dropped my ring off . i refused to let him treat me like i am nothing . and i did not apologize . ’ no , ophelia song does not apologize . she bows to no one , even with trembling knees and a titan towering above her . brave , foolish girl , she faced the greatest enemy of all and her bruises tell the tale . ’ you want to know how he reacted to defiance ? look at my face and take a guess . ’

trigger warning : abuse , blood

when spoken of , he wonders what others think he’s ruled by . hubris comes to mind , a tall standing tower of deadly pride ; tybalt song wears his name & his power like gold . everyone knows him , they know of him , they fall to his feet & build altars made of marble because his achievements are boasted . medals hang form his neck , banners pinned to his shoulders while he holds the largest trophies in his hands . hubris is a big one – but he wonders who sees wrath . pure , unfiltered fury that presents in an unwavering glare & cutting words . anger is inherited , but tybalt’s never understood where his father’s comes from ; where the red that surrounds him emanates from . song yong hwa has no reason to treat his children the way he does , but he does anyway . & they just take it , they listen to the roars from the top of mount othrys , they build their temples one mountain over on olympus with shaking hands to ignore the inevitable titanomachy that’ll fall upon them some day . ophelia’s prepared by becoming kronos , inhabiting zeus’s throne & commanding an empty room ; tybalt’s fallen in with dionysus , chosen to waste his life away – only to be called back by their titan father like a lackey . when spoken of , he hopes someone has seen his cowardice , called him out as a false god wearing a crown of thorns that was forced upon his head . if there’s a hero out there , hopes they’ve marked him as their villain .

because he’s done a lot to her , but this bruise that shines on her skin proves that tybalt didn’t do enough . he’s thrown insults her way , made her feel unworthy , let her sink into quicksand while he stands with a cunning grin . a side effect , a requirement to keep her benched on the sidelines but – he’s always known she could take it . if anyone could battle with a fake titan & come out unscathed , it’s her . nobody can hold their own like the girl in front of him , can bare her teeth in response to his daggers running through her ; ophelia can take anything but she doesn’t stand a chance against their father . their father who uses his fists as penalty , who craves blood when faced with disrespect ; tybalt can take it – he’s built to take it but ophelia ? who arrived in the smallest bundle of blankets , who grew with ribbons in her hair & who’s bark is much worse than her bite – one SLAP & this is her face . so this is who he is , a villain because he’s spent his entire life following their father & it wasn’t enough . at the end of the day , their story turned from war to tragedy – he hurt her so their father could hurt her . whatever tybalt did wasn’t enough , their father won with rings on his hands , blood underneath his fingernails & a cruel laughter falling from a corrupted mouth .

so he doesn’t know what hurts more – that he’s lost again or how hot the anger feels . his chest , burning up when she spits fire at him – she fuels the flames even higher , red crawling from his aura into his skin . splotches of pink on white skin while he feels it burn him from the inside out ; lyssa who laughs at him while she sends her entire being into him , watching a mere mortal struggle with so much rage tybalt is on the edge of consciousness . nothing he’s done matters ; everything he’s done matters – their father’s a titan , but titans can be killed . it’s fate , the stories always play out the way they have to & the titans never win . his blazer is unbuttoned with steady hands – stained red on the inside from where a glass was thrown at his ribcage , where shards of an expensive gift from a king were embedded so deep he bled into the silk linings . slowly , he shrugs it off – remembering every hit – every scar – every pitiful look a private doctor sent his way . there’s a scar on the palm pulling off his blazer – nails dug so deep their plastic surgeon refused to touch it . on the tip of his fingertips that hold the fabric he can still feel the sting of an expensive italian shoe stepping on them . the way he silently drapes his jacket on her bed before he takes a seat – remnants of the silence before palms met his cheek . it means nothing if at the end of this storybook she gets hurt too . a shitty way to be a brother – in order to have her avoid her fate , he tried to stop it by pushing her toward it .

almost on the verge of tears is how angry he is ; a lump formed in his throat while he rolls undoes his cuff links . golden cuffs , family crest engraved onto the face dropped onto her floor – crushed underfoot his shoes ; ground to dust the way giants walk over cities . ring slides off his finger , his arm pulls back , ring in hand before it’s flung toward a glass frame . a TITAN in his own right , for the first time he renounces the power thrust upon him & grows into his own . he shakes off the banners & the medals & embraces the gift given to him by hellfire . the frame shatters – the smallest weapon is the deadliest as glass clatters to the floor . a titan will fall , the mountain will crumble , he will walk across poisoned lands barefoot to tear down the dark throne with his bare hands . HIS anger is born from the titan , tended to by punches & snapped ribs , cared for by poison & toxic until he’s turned into a weapon meant to be wielded by the titan himself . it’s almost poetic that tybalt be his downfall – such a respected diplomat , such a respected family ; how would the world react if he knew his favored son – the one paraded around , shown off to kings & presidents alike – paid for perfection with false teeth ? would they hold the same feared respect if he arrived in front of the cameras with every bruise he’s ever received ? paint his skin purple , it wouldn’t be enough .

he doesn’t look at her , fingers wringing together so tight until it hurts . ❛ i don’t need to look – i know what defiance looks like . ❜ he doesn’t turn around as his hand gestures to her face – before pulling back & rolling up his sleeve . his voice is stoically quiet – steady , unshaken but calm ; the stillness when in the eye of the storm . ❛ you’re not purple , yet , don’t give him a chance to get there . ❜ he advises almost silently – his voice is deeper than usual , smoother with anger . besides , it’s not as if tybalt will let her get to that point . he’ll let her fight until her vocal chords are raw , tybalt will never let her litter her skin with the blue & purple watercolors that’ve splotched onto his . he rolls up his other sleeve with a deep inhale , eyes focusing on the shattered glass on the ground . daggers , the seeds that yong hwa have planted in both of them – never in a million years would he’d have thought his children would bring him down . ❛ tell me what you want to do . ❜ an order , a command spoken from lips colder than ice . it’s scarier than usual , written in the silent kind of anger that’s uncharacteristic on the kind of man who announces his battle cry before he gets anywhere . ❛ now . ❜

#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🍒 ⟩ 𝒕𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒕 . ┊ script .#⠀⠀⠀⟨ 🍒 ⟩ 𝒕𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒕 . ┊ ostcntatious .#abuse tw #blood tw

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